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YA  JALIL         (invoking The Exalted)

The Bedug pounds
        adzan resounds
            to such a ceiling
                gets us reeling
                        in the light
                    of perfect song
                 the best delight
             the wondrous sight
           the purest height
the light of perfect song.

A room so white:
no one can fight:
we’re meant
to get along:

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